Castiel [there is a small, stray pen mark here] and his associates:

We need to speak. Please find me before the end of the day.


Joshua

Locke,

I'm starting to think you're either avoiding me, or no longer here. This is one of those times I'd like for you to prove me wrong.

I WALK ON FOUR FEET IN THE MORNING, TWO FEET IN THE AFTERNOON, AND THREE AT NIGHT. THE MORE FEET I HAVE, THE WEAKER I AM. WHAT AM I DOING HERE?